I don't know which is worse; having intimate things about my life publicized or having them consistently publicized in ways which make them seem much worse or much more glamorous than they ever were.
If I had not been living at my parents' house the last time that I had a sexual experience with another person, and if he hadn't been just as poverty-stricken as I was, we would not have gotten filmed outside because we wouldn't have been outside when we threw ourselves at each other out of boredom and loneliness.
The conglomerate is obsessed with the saddest, most dysfunctional parts of my life, which is part of the reason that it continues to make my life overwhelmingly sad and dysfunctional.
5 years ago. 6 years ago. 12 years ago. These things that happened in my past; would you just leave them alone? Do you have to insist on ruining the rest of my life? What does it take for you to realize how bad most of my life has already been?
It is SORDID to follow people around with cameras, trying to get sexual video of them!
Copyright L. Kochman, August 19, 2015 @ 6:36 p.m./edited @ 6:38 p.m.
